My words speak of the repressed spirit inside. The words taking care of itself to craft the syllables, the adjectives, turning into conversations, between the soul and the heart. Of how at one point they decided to speak of the same intention. And the heart with no hesitation, no apprehension, no contention. It surrendered and permitted the syllables, the adjectives and endless conversations to flow. Like a river finally finding its way to be with the sea.
And when the all words came out, flowing smoothly to your ears
It happened. The uncontainable.